PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY:SONNET 302

Neither the Einsteinian relativity,standard model and chaos theory,nor the Higgs Boson had any epistemological ballad to dumbfound the flotsam.Barmy bauble baulks not to brawl this oecumenical bathos on rampage,from the atavism to the medieval.And the bling bling meshed with bibliocractic hypothesis and innundated with the vicious circumference of the Hegelian dialectics.Thronged in comfied ballistics,comic strips exude,in clandestine horses strip and colts the coastguard and the octopus bard's cockscrow.And the coastline of sorcerers'stone'pedigree coats '.DIOGENES OF SINOPE

PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY: SONNET 301

Nature's enamour rises in the morning where it falls in the morning.A gallantry of gait,furls up in the ecosystem of mothernature.Thereon,she gads majestically and exuberantly in her galaxy of galimaufry,decked with the subtle gale with which eternities tremble.A gaggle,gamboled by climber and loam of aristomagnetism.Clamorous league of bibliophiac gabblers,gaffing immanent enigma.Still they blunderbuss,gaffes galore galumphing the gallows humour.And i the octopus bard plays the gambit and plead errily to dissuade being taken to the gibbet,the gamied gentlefolk,gabblers of the old yore.And the millenia growls beneath this gritstone with the thumbprint of the ecosystem.And where the sorcerers stone oozes airy-fairy on a mystic travel,inquisitorial alamode thumping of the ages,still transcendentalism limbers unfashionable.There knight of old as plain as a lotus of alabaster clogs deeply,with arms akimbo,heart thumping and altruism faraway.Does nature on a gavotte avers Newtonian world machine ever holds fort?

PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY.SONNET.300

O how the milky way dost its crucifix bear,alight its pantheon and checkered by selfsame firmament of the aristomagnetic charm,Whereon the stars and galaxies in their spangled voyage,merry go round the eliptical oval and cohesively clump concatinates,dancing feverishly this pedigree at the cosmotic pedometer of its conjugal bliss pendent with mothernature to dress their ordnand from sunset into sunrise.Thy bossom o mothernature will not dismember the panaches of recyclical renewal nor its teleological boon frozen to set ontology,junketing the infinity of its evergreen melange,where bungled time decayed with steady decay and steady decay decayed with bungled time.To revile casuistry,of robotic intelligence.And within mainstream ordnances ordered to float the gravities.

A LOVER'S BURDEN.PART 10B

Moorish pellagra,a blast at full pest,seething distance to recuperate could not avail on the high sea to capsize its rudderless boat.Like merrying osmosis and miasma clouds intravenous time and he forfeit to crossover,vantage shore.A pleading song not ossified at ostinato,flew mileages of cosmos symphony,obliged with the babbler's cheeks did him pieeyed hollow.This bachelor's sate of kismetic slingshot doth not belabour him to expel.Now,relishing his rash contentmentwith the nozzle of olympian shrewdness whose flattery that flatters himself with vainbut ramrodest pride.Waxes obloquythat beguiles him nemesis and he himself by bequest in his bellows,incarcerated.What ludicrous garb,sometimes that he a bellyache,bellyaching her berserk arcane and on the street not pennywise with samesluttish berserk.How hard is itto believe you quirky allegory?At forlorn path,where he did blagyet too incredulously reproachable.Obscenity at the alehouse,pieeyed reveling blabbermouth with bittersweet affiocionados blab him pity.

A LOVER'S BURDEN.PART 10a

How come thou o parsimonious paranoiac not parched hors de combat beyond this hoo-has of hotpotato,a parallax snaps of parenthetic paralytics mowed with deciduous parkland of hullabalooed parabola,knowest not the rot pandered in this hothoused trade of siphoned charity?What a perimeter of paradoxes where peddlers and pedastal,flock to circumence and curry pelts at its baazar".Pellmell pelted."O,this barter....,....."blushing!" Yea,elsewhere why wouldnt a twain blush and impuisant?"her derisive eyes lent him aghast and elope bade in a huff.And rose impetuously to bid kismet compliment.Neither opulent nor misery,none either they dislike.A lover's burden not innured to inveigh and invoke perfidious irradiation hung in inverse proportion with the perfidious soul,that smote he by she the hooter with sloth of perfidy commensurate nothing more than the forest of perfidy,swept the twains'sloth into the farthest sea .

SONGS OF WINDY HISS.PART 3

of unsettled penitence and to scorn the swarmy mush;Had i but too tardy to a corruscate,And to snub her ill mannered socks of solecism over her snooty ass,she had hewn nothingness.Peradventure,betaken too late and grilled not with grievances soldiered that windy hiss be sung and still be sung.Still drawls with that toga of solicitude's solitude and the flight of the birds,chirping dreary songs of the sibilant windy hiss.

THE SONGS OF WINDY HISS.PART 2

Bearest not i disown this crotchety that aptly cumbersomes a mammoth.Hisses that do by flight of the winds overrules,and what unruly sighs,parched by paragliding vertigos or its palavered parrots of parrot fashion,would i shuffle,that at this sigh the ordured silts of sickening sickos,but pleads to providence that similitude of windy hiss be no more bristled and muzzled to sigh.Hovelling,have i not simulated on this muttering sofa,mussily a silhouette's simulacrum? That silky silica of silks and satins on its miser,wrench hardly they though feasible,thuggish in their gangsteric musks of punchdrunk musketeering,musclebound with murky clouds,where speckled cat dancing dolorously to the songs of windy hiss.And if it be ill-mussy mensrea,where slut as slur slides beneath,how it shuffles the windy hiss,enrobed on its sleazy mantle,from the smirk of this irreverential smirch,wanderest this mussy noon.Ere she had reined and stalled tis smithereen like the archipelago of mustered ilks,to drum heels with her payola